Another day in paradise… The thought often comes to me here at Starbucks, standing at the counter speaking to the barista. I know him by name and he already knows the type of coffee that I am in habit of ordering. Sometimes I say the phrase out loud and Noah smiles. We agree, a…
A received a loan of three books from a friend yesterday. The books were from her library, offered because she wished me to look them over. I am a book lover. One important axis of my life are books which I choose to read, usually purchased from Amazon. I read to live and live…
How can I say this? A conversation with a friend yesterday remained in my psyche. Upon waking I recalled what he said about his experience with Medicare and the Veterans Administration. His story was not a happy one. I reflected upon the rules that constrain receiving medical care benefits that one is qualified for,…
Here are some photos that were taken over the past day or so. Flowers fascinate me. A blossom is an extravagance of form, and splendor of light, — in the service of reproduction, more life. The first grouping of photos were taken in the backyard. Some of the flowers were inherited when we moved…
Some days ago in conversation with a friend here at Starbucks, Alex insisted that knowledge was possible without the symbolic representation of reason. I thought to myself, “What a radical thought.” I think of “knowledge” as what can be diagrammed, presented in the form 2+2=4, or encoded with words and grammar. On the other…
It was an orange 2022 Corvette. That’s me waving from the drivers side, ready for three laps around the race track. The C8 Z51 model Corvette makes 475 horsepower. The jaunty wave of the hand from the car toward my daughter taking the picture, was but a small part of the story. I have…
In a state of vertigo this morning, feeling my way along hoping the words come. Yesterday while concentrating to write an entry for another day, I discovered that a few weeks ago my aunt passed away. I was not aware she was ill. I visited with her a year ago in North Carolina. She…
Six of us, a wide ranging discussion last night. The topic was death; more precisely, pondering whether death gives meaning to life. The discussion was satisfying. We did not resolve the matter after an hour and a half of back and forth. Briefly in the midst of the session we touched on guns, mass…
Always something comes to mind, for which I discover a few words to compose a paragraph or two. Poets are the true seers of a generation giving definition to the world such as it is, suggesting what is likely in store. Upon reading this poem I knew, “this is it.” This is what I’d…
This passage from T. S. Eliot’s poem The Dry Salvages is one of my favorite. There are many phrases in these lines that are analogous to an arrow striking dead center to the bulls eye. The poem overall is a meditation upon a seafaring way of life. The point of view offered proposes to be…
